Lucy Pevensie, The Valiant (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
called_lioness) wrote2006-09-15 12:05 am
called_lioness) wrote2006-09-15 12:05 am
the joy would break your heart
They fall asleep, and they wake up, and the day is spent loving each other.
(Sometimes this consists of kisses, and sometimes this consists of Caspian bringing her tea, and sometimes it consists of them curling up and her reading a fairy tale, voice soft, and each act means the exact same thing.)
They fall asleep, and wake up, and Sunday is one of the best days of Lucy's life, even if she's not alive, really, and her smile is wide as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her to his chest that night.
And nothing lasts forever.
It's a rock she's sitting on, legs against her chest, as her eyes open, and Lucy breathes deep.
It's only been a night she didn't dream of this place, but she'd already almost forgotten what it was like to have her eyes open.
(Sometimes this consists of kisses, and sometimes this consists of Caspian bringing her tea, and sometimes it consists of them curling up and her reading a fairy tale, voice soft, and each act means the exact same thing.)
They fall asleep, and wake up, and Sunday is one of the best days of Lucy's life, even if she's not alive, really, and her smile is wide as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her to his chest that night.
And nothing lasts forever.
It's a rock she's sitting on, legs against her chest, as her eyes open, and Lucy breathes deep.
It's only been a night she didn't dream of this place, but she'd already almost forgotten what it was like to have her eyes open.